The Accumulation of Months

Pillars of Salt, Post Nineteen

Our second day in town, we tried to go around to see my mother’s father. He has a camp site along the Potomac that he’s working, slowly, to clear. We thought he might be there. The site was empty when we arrived, so we parked, got out, and walked around the treeline, by the water, throwing rocks and watching the cicadas bounce around dumbly.

We left the …